Come Back

I won't be there when you are hung to dry, defiled, with your eyes sunken, fading

I won't be mangled with the spires and soaked in turpentine and watching, shaking

I won't be there when the wolves lick you while their hungry lips are cloaked in vapours

I won't be where you are, I won't be where you are

Until you come back, come back

Come back and I'll be waiting

Come back, come back

To the hell you created

Come back, come back

Come back and I'll be waiting

Come back, come back...